(wordplay) Cypher -if You Gotta Sick Freestyle Game Post

im to advanced with these fluent bars, leave your stupid ass fused with scars
you value your life?youll lose it fast, freestyle and I cant be assed
Leave you riddled with fear, have my bars scaring em
big dick, my shoes are long-boats so im a barbarian
i'll give you a unexpected shock, you cant prepare for it
leave you heart teared in two if you start staring dude
blast gats, with the bullet span inclined to cover vast areas

I'm a cat of character, slippin' past ya barriers
Rhymes heavy, on a scale of 1 to 10 I'm ranked at mass hysteria
Ain't no patch repairin' ya, gashes tearin' ya
I smash the trash these ass(w)holes half-ass, high off grass, hash and fairydust
Lick my sack and hairy nuts with plates of condiments
Poetic Concepts...the realest cat to ever spit...he never quits on the web and shit.
.....wow, what a great accomplishment.

kill again's a statement no questions asked..u kiddin him?
dillinger drill'em
cold veins blooda coltrane
chill i am,
used to be a drug dealin man
i appealed to the white like will i am..
how real i am, so illy shut down ya whole city
coke bricks to chicks who nose sniff thin as nicole ritchie
killa grams kilt'em fam gave'em the blues, no dizzy...ill i am
if my foes get me dont miss me just dro spliff me...
who can come test in a cypher who really the best,

sick like ham
when I spit my plans
see pawns play they role
when I fix my hands
just like get em'
you dress like denim
rigid, corrupt thoughts couldn't displace my rhythm
ajointed with greatness,
inbred superiority
while you're inbred,
grain fed dna gaps feed your inferiority
in a thicket of the wicked
i'm comfortable around what scares you
seen hearts fold in the clutch
preparing myself for what fear do
a regenerate mind coupled with asperangers syndrome
seen the devil decide which dudes are ass, and then go into'em
call them self the boss of the range
but to me men dehumanizing other men seems strange
undefiled principles keeps me plugged in
while you discover the end of your thugment
lies judgement
repayed for your works in the past
tough on the streets, locked up they put a skirt on your ass
life protected by lies and badass rep
but now you're giving neck to the fags that next
calling you the homo
sould have stood your ground and took a beating
cause now after dinner youre sipping on semen

They try to despoil the manger
But I'm anxios for a banger to leave limbs hanging
Lifting the veil of density
All it did is enhace my war propensity
Emperialism, warfare on the mind
But I never learned self hate, to mankind I was blind
Thank you Lord for the slick delivery
Now put me in a zone, where I can stick my enemy
Break em apart cause they fake in the heart
Trying to emulate greatness, they faking the art
Leave them blazed in the park
Buried with the lillies, lying where the lilacs be
Razor sharp in your face to trim your eye lash b
Getting high off deeds, release me from my prison of modesty
When i'ts time to execute and destroy those throwing bombs at me
Try to overtake me, by shaking my hand
Let me cut that fragment off, and build estates on his land
Despoil his women, or make them submit to servitute
But they rather have death, that answer to a nigga
Have it your way, marginalize me all day
More freedom outside of the system
Stupid marginalized other races try to reconcile to a system that doesn't want them
Fuck you,if you're not part of a solution, get buried with the problem

Extra hard
When left abroad
Family ties keep me from dabbling with death
They think i'm soft, cause i'm carefull with steps
I ain't scared of you,
I'm scared of myself
What will I become when i'm fearless myself
A golden warrior take it in breath
Hatred of life, real warriors chase death
Lock me up, time is on my side
Cause with everyday more hatred coincides
Let the Lord restructure my soul
Evil designs they feed me, fans the coals in my soul
From the fire within I deliver it slicker than
The victim of 3rd degree burns
Let the petroleum jelly cover your truth
You're too frail and not prepared for the elements in their true entirety
So you should figure it an honor to die with me

Youth today has mutated to a mutant gay,
Confused array, of dudes who say, to shave your pubes away,
And faster than you can say, “mute it,” they…
Cruse away, to go and use till they get tooth decay,
You need a brand new tube of lube you say?
Cus you threw away, the two you already used today?
Touché,
I don’t have poop ta say,
See I choose to say poop instead of what I used to say,
Shit,
See I still say it, I still place it,
In every single one a my rhymes, like 6 times, I hate it.
You wear and anklet? Faggot, I’ll go ape shit,
On any mufucka that ever ate dick, you gay prick!
My spit’s rotten, like the shit forgotten,
In the back a the fridge, often…
Because the lids come off it.
Off topic? I give a fuck, suck a cock if…
You think you can be me, I hope the shoes and the socks fit.

Maybe I like shaving my pubes
Cause if youre to hairy girls will play with it like ewww
Trim the bush and let the tree stand tall
But underneath I say you need to take heed to the balls
Dont forget the roots that help keep the soil fertile
Dip my head in and out her shell like a turtle

Just sit there and listen,
Sit on the stairs, and just stair and envision,
Through my swearin and bitchin,
My unmistakable care and precision,
As I write what I’m never embarrassed to mention,
Where is the line, Where? Isn’t it there? What, it isn’t?
JASON is rappin solo?
Snap a photo,
He’s back rappin with nobody black of even South African oh no!
He laughin at homo’s, and that’s just a no no,
He’s loco, he’s loopy,
Oo he goes to movies just to see boobies,
Angelina’s, Eva’s, and Monica Belluccis',
Wet an sweatin and floatin in Jacuzzis, just look at em, ooo, they’re beauties,
My words are weapons and the blade I’m packin, could slay a dragon,
Opponents afraid a rappen,
They ration their lyrics,
But we get it crackin.

yo
spit to bring traffic somethign for the masses
i relapsed into darkness like meth addicts
please bring death im ready to forfeit my losses
i caused the evilness like a prophet martyr
darkness is in
head spins like a cyclone killing young children and kids
hardcore like scenes from movies bad for kids

So much harder than the rest
The target of the set
Now is armed with an intent
So far from your respect
That creative juices follow his pretense
Got it locked like a new age pen
Write on the sky with a new age pen
You chase friends
like a fool chase benz
I love enemies, keep me on the war tip
Run with the endless breeze, till you're on the floor bitch
They're thinking i'm done
Feeling like Samson with shit on my tongue
Back you down like, a sexy woman in an escapade
Thinking you're rich because you drive an escalade
I'm on to other realms of existence
Cause my life is beginning when the earth is finishing

They read my pages, Like how we going to get him
Devil on my heels, like how we going to sweat him
He's a cool cat, with a new tact
Real under pressure, already proved that
They wan't to struggle and make me weak
This shit is like a workout, till my soul I meet
The oversoul that guides my strength
Not the corrupt principles that guide my friends
Jokers
They still hopeless
When life seems bleek is when I get focused
See me like low beams, coming through the fog
Demonstrating a ruthless yet gracefull resolve
Get jealous of that
Fuck the NBA and those fellas for that
Deplete the league of talent
Oak Hill revolving door crashing and slamming
With your new age slavery, let me feel like i'm included
Seeing FIFA put AIDS shirts on young kids, and calling them stupid
We call it trust
You emperialize the globe because your lack of thus
Call it success but life is transition
Conduit body, sent from ethereal transmissions

this is the worst of the world dispersed into words
my verse get, hearsed in a blur with a purchase of herb...
stay perched on the curb, it's like a curse we can't cure...
worse than flu's from a bird, pickin up loot from a bird they let loose on the 3rd...
not the kind in a skirt but the kind that u serve
i was a young problem, that no addition or mathmaticion could solve'em
no consequences just lots of wishin...
went from not havin a pot to piss in to lots of bitches what a proper finis

i flip thru verses like a short chapter//
So afterwards i can tell u whats the word after//
first ima have to slap them herbs y? bc ima herb slapper//
my mind is free but yo my rhyme stuck in the pen//
pick up my note book then i put my heart in the pen//
i must love the game but that dont mean the game must//
so fuck the game she can get a bus bang on the bang bus//
my nuts hang, be on the block so much u can say that i hang nuts//
clutch things, but u can say i keep my thing clutched//
punks claim but last i heard we dont claim punks//
what the fuck changed? the whole rap game changed, FUCK!//
bunch of lames suck and im just too woah! the freshest thing out since h20//
and i hate u hoz, tryna play with words but u wordplay game seems off now u gotta play with terrrrds//
head to the toilette, like u drank to much now u gotta pray to earl//
porcelian gods be like man up stop being a little girl//

now thats fuckin word play idiots... man im seein a lot of whack shit and its my first time back since 05...

lyrical excercise
u need tonin' and squat drills
wind sprints upHill with weights on ya shoulders
if it took
u more than 5 mins to write that
then u not deals, conan
u white, go pop u a pill, lohan
paris Hill, u coke'n if u think u doper
tough talk'll get u Jacked so stop Jill..
niggaz been on forums since 2000
thinkin they got skills...
while i,
been on yachts chillin and dropped keel
in the gulf in '05 and dropped reels..
vaca'n and came back
to blocks with stacks and glocks concealed..
yo rhymes is unreal, surreal,
ficticious, those was not slick writtens
but mines, oil spills u can notice the fish smitten...
u'll need a lotta creel, i'm so leal...
u a old tymer wit spoiled skills, no rhymer
cold pussy
froze vagina dont push me
my freetypes is chilled, and i jot trill
eat challengers, twat meals..
here go true nigga talk u look like a shot seal
what block u on? suburbs is not ill
if this whiteboy was on my block he'll..
get left wit his watch stealed and top peeled
takes me 1 min to break off masterlocked wheels
u not ill frontin like u pop steel..
ahaha real is I
realize real lies thru these real eyes..ah..
i got 2 legit hammers..ha
4 throwaways
so i throw strays at motorcades
they say
lifes a card game but no it aint
so 4sho i'll spray at ya pokerfaces
dope like coca cane is
was the truth as a youth
moved like O and Kane did...
my soul is vacant like houses on my block still...